Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 60 You think you can measure me? (Please subscribe)
"He's not a vengeful ghost. He has obvious characteristics of a living person. He's a ghost tamer. He must have controlled the supernatural power of that oil painting. It seems he's an extraordinary young man."

Standing deep in the lobby of the post office, Yang Xiao looked surprised and exclaimed.

His words sounded like a senior praising an outstanding junior, but there was a strong sense of incongruity in them coming from his mouth.

It wasn't his tone that was the problem, but rather that Yang Xiao looked too young, appearing to be only in his early twenties. Judging from his appearance alone, he wasn't much older than Li Hui.

"really."

At this time.

Zhang Xianguang, on the other side, also spoke up, saying, "So many years have passed, and I never thought that a living person would finally set foot in this place on their own initiative, and even control the supernatural ghost painting. It's as if it was specially arranged by heaven."

"And yet, despite using such a wide-ranging ghost domain ability, his own condition is remarkably good, showing no signs of being corrupted by the supernatural. It seems he has already initially solved the problem of the revival of vengeful ghosts. He is indeed a remarkable young man!"

It seems to be praising Li Hui as well.

But no one noticed that when Zhang Xianguang mentioned the words 'ghostly paintings and supernatural phenomena,' a strange glint flashed in his eyes. However, he concealed it well, and no one noticed it.

Even Li Hui, who had been observing everyone's reactions, didn't notice.

He was now very close to the post office depicted in the painting. The flashing neon lights around the signboard were clearly visible, and the scene inside the post office lobby came into view.

There were more than thirty figures gathered in the hall.

Among them were young men in casual clothes, women in floral dresses, and middle-aged people in formal attire, but their clothes were not the current popular styles; they were from clothing styles from more than ten or even several decades ago.

Those people looked very strange, exuding a chilling aura. Compared to normal living people, they seemed more like vengeful ghosts standing in the Ghost Post Office.

At this moment, Li Hui was observing those figures. Similarly, the people standing in the lobby on the first floor of the post office were also looking at Li Hui, and the scene suddenly became somewhat strange.

"A ghost tamer who controls the ghostly and supernatural..."

Here.

Upon hearing Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang's assessments, the expressions of many people in the hall began to become subtle.

They have lived in this dark and sunless place for a long time, and the only way for them to reach the outside world is through ghost paintings and supernatural phenomena.

But the ghost painting had already been lost abroad.

Given its terrifying nature, it's likely that few ghost tamers would be able to bring it back, and those capable of controlling the ghost painting would generally not be involved in the ghost post office incident.

Therefore, this was seen by everyone as a dead end.

They had given up on leaving the Ghost Post Office, but unexpectedly, a young ghost tamer suddenly appeared, and what he was controlling was the supernatural power of the Ghost Painting.

this moment.

Everyone's minds started to wander again.

Some people even had a strange thought, their expressions became colder, and their eyes seemed to reveal murderous intent.

All of this was observed by Li Hui.

It could even be said that he had foreseen this outcome before even entering the painting. The spirits in the painting were trapped in a haunted place for a long time, and most of them had become distorted in personality and were on the verge of mental collapse.

To them, having mastered the supernatural power of the ghost painting was like a beacon in the endless darkness; no matter how violent the spirits became, Li Hui wouldn't be surprised.

While thinking.

Li Hui arrived at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office.

He did not choose to go inside, but stood outside the door, staring at the many spirits inside. For a moment, neither side spoke first, and the atmosphere around them froze to an extreme degree.

This is the distance he calculated.

If they fail to reach an agreement, even if the undead inside attack him, he will have enough time to react and won't be too passive.

Li Hui never underestimates anyone.

The messengers who were able to deliver all the mail across all five floors of the Ghost Post Office and escape from it were no ordinary people. Even though the spirits in front of them were not the real people, they still retained some supernatural power.

Thirty-odd undead working together could easily kill a top-tier ghost tamer, not to mention that some of these figures were undead that were no weaker than the captain-level ghost tamers in the later parts of the original story.

If a fight were to break out, Li Hui felt he might not come out on top.

.........

"Young man, who are you, and what is your purpose in coming here?"

After a while.

A middle-aged man's voice rang out, breaking the deathly silence around them.

"And who are you?" Li Hui's gaze fell on the person who spoke.

What came into his view was a middle-aged man who was about thirty years old, with his hair neatly combed and his clothes clean, but whose style of dress and clothing was out of step with modern fashion.

Upon hearing Li Hui's question, the middle-aged man paused for two seconds before speaking in a heavy tone: "My name is Zhang Xianguang, and I am a person who has already died."

Ok?
Is this Zhang Xianguang?
Upon hearing this, Li Hui's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not show it. He simply glanced at Zhang Xianguang a few times, memorized his appearance, and kept it in mind.

"Why, you know me?"

Zhang Xianguang's perception was unexpectedly powerful.

Although Li Hui did not show any unusual expression on his face, he immediately sensed something was wrong and asked a question.

"do not know."

Li Hui shook his head, then glanced at everyone standing in the lobby of the post office, and went straight to the point:
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Hui. Of course, that's not important. A name is just a label. The purpose of my visit here is what matters most."

"I have some understanding of your existence and state. I can only move within the world of oil paintings. I suppose you should also be aware of the supernatural abilities I wield."

"The ghost painting's supernatural power can free you from this haunted place where you have been trapped for so long, allowing you to move around in the real world."

"..."

Without much beating around the bush or taking a step-by-step approach, Li Hui went straight to the point, frankly explaining his purpose.

These undead in front of him were all incredibly cunning, having lived for countless years. Li Hui knew he was no match for them when it came to playing tricks and being shrewd.

seriously.

If Li Hui were to enter the Ghost Post Office as an ordinary person, without any special abilities or cheat codes, he wouldn't have the slightest confidence that he could deliver all the mail and escape from the Ghost Post Office.

From this perspective, Li Hui can understand the gap between himself and these people.

But Li Hui's advantage is unmatched by anyone else in the world. In addition to knowing the general direction of the future, he also has a mobile phone tattoo, which can be called a 'cheat code'.

Here.

Li Hui continued, "Your strength is not weak. Supernatural events are gradually erupting in the outside world, so..."

Before Li Hui could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a woman's voice.

The woman who interrupted him was named Fang Hong. She said, "So you want to take us under your command, right?"

“You’re right, we do need the ghost paintings’ supernatural power to leave the Ghost Post Office and move into the real world, but besides choosing to be your subordinate or cooperate with you, I have a better option.”

"What method?" Li Hui stared at the woman in front of him expressionlessly, exuding a dangerous aura. The ashes of the paper seemed to drift even faster at this moment, and the surrounding environment became even darker.

However, Fang Hong seemed completely oblivious to the change in her surroundings and continued, "That means I'll kill you!"

When she said this, Fang Hong's face was extremely calm, without any extra emotion. It was as if she were saying an ordinary greeting. She seemed very indifferent. Killing people sounded like the most common thing in her mouth.

"You think you can kill me?"

Upon hearing this, Li Hui was not angry. He merely glanced at Fang Hong, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a dead person.

"I am indeed no match for you."

Fang Hong readily agreed, then continued, "But what if we add them to the mix?"

"Rather than being your subordinate, it's better to kill you and take control of Ghost Painting ourselves. Don't you think that's a better choice?"

This question, seemingly directed at Li Hui, was actually directed at the other people in the lobby of the post office.

Upon hearing Fang Hong's words, quite a few people in the hall showed interest, because what Fang Hong said was largely the same as what they had in mind.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Do it!"

suddenly.

Fang Hong's expression shifted, and he shouted.

at the same time.

In the darkness behind the Ghost Post Office, an old figure appeared eerily. He held an axe in his hand, an axe that looked like the kind used for chopping firewood in the countryside. The axe head was red and the handle was black, creating a striking contrast in color that made it particularly eye-catching.

The blood-red axe blade cleaved down towards Li Hui's forehead, as if to split his head in two.

Not only that.

On the other side of the post office entrance, another figure appeared. It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman with an indifferent expression, cold eyes, and an aura of death surrounding her.

The woman took only one step forward, and an unknown supernatural curse appeared, enveloping Li Hui's body, seemingly trying to control his movements so that the old man's axe could strike him successfully.

obviously.

This was a coordinated assassination that the group had secretly planned long ago.

Fang Hong's previous conversation with Li Hui was a trap, mainly to coordinate with the actions of others, hoping to kill Li Hui here in an instant.

"Will it succeed?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the blood-red axe swiftly cleaved down, ultimately striking directly into Li Hui's head.

"wrong!"

"This is an illusion reflected by the ghost realm. The real Li Hui is not standing outside the gate. Damn it, this is a trap!"

The old man, the owner of the axe, changed his expression drastically, realizing something was wrong. He felt no sensation of the axe striking anything solid, and immediately tried to back away.

But in the next moment.

Suddenly, a young man's voice rang in the old man's ears.

"Old man, you're only thinking about retreating now? Don't you think it's a bit too late?"

"Die!" The old man was decisive. He immediately turned around and swung his axe fiercely toward the direction from which the sound came.

It's hard to believe that an old man his age could have such reaction speed and strength; the blood-red axe seemed to move with effortless ease in his hands.

However, the old man reacted quickly, but Li Hui, who was prepared, acted even faster.

pat!

His hand grabbed the old man's wrist, which was holding the axe. A powerful spiritual force surged forth, not only blocking the attack but also suppressing the old man's own spiritual power, leaving him frozen in place.

In a sense, the spirits in the painting are all supernatural beings, and the bus that Li Hui is driving has the ability to suppress supernatural forces, so the old man instantly fell silent.

puff~
next moment.

Li Hui suddenly exerted force, tearing off the old man's arm that was holding the axe, and then kicked him, sending the old man's mutilated body flying.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hui suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged woman and kicked her as well.

boom!
The immense force caused the middle-aged woman's breasts to collapse, revealing what was underneath through her clothes.

Beneath the clothes was not flesh and blood, but something like wood, or as if it had been carved out. It was lifeless and dull, giving people a very strange feeling.

Li Hui did not stop after doing all of this.

He teleported to Fang Hong's side as she prepared to escape into the crowd, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone else in the hall, raised his hand and slapped Fang Hong hard across the face.

Under the influence of the supernatural power on the bus, Fang Hong herself also fell into silence. Her face was distorted by the blow, and her body flew backward, crashing onto the ground outside the post office. She remained unresponsive, like a cold corpse.

"I thought the first wave of attacks would lure out some tough guys, but I didn't expect the three of you to be used as cannon fodder to test the waters."

Li Hui shook his head.

Without any hesitation, he directly admitted that he had been fishing.

From the very beginning, Li Hui was prepared. He knew that these undead would never obey him, so he had long been prepared to subdue them.

What do you mean?

"Do you want to cooperate with me, or do you plan to kill me here like the three before, so you can control the supernatural power of the Ghost Painting yourselves?"

Li Hui looked at the other people in the hall and asked.

At this moment, facing more than thirty spirits with supernatural powers, Li Hui showed no fear whatsoever. He spoke with great confidence, clearly having full confidence in his own strength and believing that he would win in the end.

“Young man, you are indeed very strong. It seems that in addition to the supernatural power of the Ghost Painting, you also control other powerful supernatural abilities. But if you think you can defeat us just because of that, then you are very wrong.”

At this moment.

A man's voice came from deep within the hall, and then a man who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old walked out with a hunched back.

He wore clothes from the 1950s or 60s, gray and worn, patched and mended, but very clean, giving him a simple and unpretentious look.

"So you're planning to choose the second option?" Li Hui's gaze was cold, and he was ready to make a move at any moment.

"No."

To everyone's surprise, the old man shook his head, then changed the subject and continued, "If you want us to submit to you, the abilities you just demonstrated are not enough."

"Since you want to take us under your command, then I think it's better if we all join forces. As long as you can withstand our attacks, then we'll listen to you from now on."

What he said seemed to make sense, since in the paranormal world, the strong do have the power, and the weak only have the ability to obey orders.

But upon closer examination, it can be seen that it harbors malicious intentions.

The so-called resistance to their attack is nothing more than letting himself fight them all alone, and in a passive way. If Li Hui shows even the slightest sign of weakness, then he believes it will be hard to say how this test will ultimately turn out.

Therefore, Li Hui did not intend to agree.

This isn't fear, it's a lack of desire.

Once you agree to something, you will instantly be forced from being the proactive party to the passive party.

This is not what he wants.

Then Li Hui spoke up:
"You think you can measure me?"

"let……"

Company has been so busy lately, I've been working overtime every day. I have to get up at 7 am, start work at 8 am, and work until 7 pm before I even have time to write. Plus, I have to shower, do laundry, eat dinner, and so on, which is why my updates have been so slow. Otherwise, I'd definitely be updating 10,000 words a day! Now I'm only managing a minimum of 4,000-5,000 words a day, I'm so upset! Waaaaah!
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